Killian's POV
BEFORE
The cold night was quiet, apart from the crackling sounds that came from the fireplace, throwing long shadows across the room. . I just sat across the fire, sipping my favourite wine as I thought of Celeste. Everything about her had always been a storm in my heart.
Then there came a brief knock on my door. Mild and faint, but it creaked open before I could get it.
Celeste.
She stood at the far end of the room, her arms crossed over her chest, one foot tapping softly against the hard floor.
Her hair was tied in a bun. She looked like she hadn't been able to sleep for days, as her eyes were darker than usual, even though they were still sharp and unflinching.
"Celeste?" I called out as she moved closer, with the slowest steps I had ever seen. She seemed exhauste
